Redhawk Caldera Words don't make the rain go

Ceridwen was a playful child, once she seemed to overcome her reservations. Without hesitation, she clamped her teeth into Bronco’s one remaining ear. He squirmed and yowled- not tugging too hard so he gave her a chance to keep her grip, but acting plenty theatric to make her believe she’d found his weakness. 

”Nooo! Not my ears! Not my beautiful, soft, precious ears!” He complained bitterly. He’d tilt his head this way and that, wincing slightly as her dagger-like puppy teeth pressed into the tender flesh. 

As soon as he was able to pull his ear from her grasp, though, he turned his head to the side- to show her the ear which had been torn long ago, turned into little more than a stump. 

”My ear! How bad does it look?” He asked.